(3) Come back to me - Completed

Justin's been gone fore 15 months, just over a year. In that time, Zachary Jeremy Drew Bieber - or is it Somers? - has been born. With a few un-wanted surprises and tragic circumstances, will Justin ever make his way back to Jessica?

17. What the heck?!

We got back from breakfast, to face the front door open. I furrowed my eyebrows and let go of Jessica’s hand to go see what the heck the door was doing open.

I approached the door cautiously cursing under my breath when Jessica, Zach and Flynn followed me.

‘What are we doing daddy?’ Zach asked, pulling on my jeans with his small hands.

‘It looks like someone is where they’re not supposed to be, so Im’a check that out.’ I said through clenched teeth, before taking another step towards the door.

‘Are you sure that’s a good idea babe? I can call the cops?’ Jessica said her voice shaky.

‘Im ok baby, just wait here with the kids. I’ll be back.’ I said, finally having the guts to walk through the door.

As soon as I walked into the kitchen, smoke overtook the smell of the house. My mouth formed into an ‘o’ shape, as the sight of smoke coming from the stove struck me.

I ran over to the fir extinguisher, that was attached to the wall, and ripped it off the handle. I pushed down on the lever, and maneuvered it towards the fire.

Soon, the fore was out.

I sighed in relief before my eyebrows furrowed.

Who would do this?

I walked towards the living room, to see blood on the couch cushions and a knife lying absently on the floor. My eyebrows shot up as I left the living room to go upstairs.

The moment I was upstairs, I saw the holes in the doors and the blood marks smudged across the white walls. I walked down the whole way, looking around at the opened doors.

I finally reached the end of the hallway, where Jessica’s and my room were. I looked inside to see chase, lying lifelessly on the floor.

Chase’s POV

(One hour before)

I growled as I dashed downstairs, kinda ready for the beating Justin will give me once I see him. After a while, I figured they went out, and by my car in the driveway, they might’ve guessed I was here.

When I opened the door, a punch was thrown towards my jaw. I growled in surprise and looked up at the guy, who had a black ski-mask.

‘What the hell?!?’ I asked surprised, holding my jaw from the pumping pain in was feeling.

‘You tell me, you motherf*****’ he shouted, before trying to lunge at me again.

I ran towards the kitchen, where I looked back. The guy came into the kitchen, pulling a knife out from his pocket.

My eyes went wide at the sight, and I leaned back, accidentally twisting the gas knob. With the stove on full heat, I didn’t have time to turn it off, before the guy came lunging at me again.

He accidentally fell into the flames and he howled in pain, before quickly leaning back. His jacket was on file, but that didn’t stop him.

He pat the fire that was burning his jacket and it went out in an instant.

I watched as one of the magazines Jessica bought that was near the stove caught on fire, making smoke arise from the stove.

I was brought back to reality, when then the guy stabbed the knife into my wrist. I groaned I agony, but rushed to the living room, as far away as possible from the guy.

I dabbed my wrist with my shirt, and leaned down, fumbling with the gun that was in my combat boot.

‘Arghhh!’ the guy screamed, before slicing his knife down the side, my hand automatically making its way to it. I cringed, before successfully pulling the gun out of my boot.

I fired shots at the guy, who happened to dodge them all. I ran upstairs in pain, as the guy followed close behind me.

He aimed again, but missed me by making a whole in the wall. I walked backwards, firing the gun in all different direction, most of them meaning to be aimed at him.

When I was pushed against the last door in the hallway, I twisted the knob with my shaking hand and fell backwards into the room.

I quickly scrambled to my feet, to see the man coming closer at closer, pulling something out from his jacket. It was a shotgun, and he aimed it right at me.

‘Any last words?’ he stated, before pulling the lever and watching the bullet hit me.

Jessica’s POV

(Present time)

I bit my fingernails nervously as I waited for Justin to emerge out of the house. It’s been 10 minutes, and he still isn’t out. I huffed impatiently and turned to Zach and Flynn.

‘Boys, I want you to stay in the car and do not come out until I say you can, ok?’ I said, pointing a finger at the two.

‘Yes mommy.’ Zach said, as Flynn nodded and dragged him into the car. I sighed, before I walked into the house bravely.

But all the confidence drowned once I saw the state the house was in. a shiver traveled down my spine as I walked upstairs, still slightly scared.

Once I reached the hallway upstairs, I saw Justin’s figure standing still in our room, his back turned to me. I sighed in relief, before I approached him quickly.

‘Justin?’ I said, before looking over him and seeing chase lying on the floor, lifelessly.